Feb 25, 2006 09:45
He's lazing quite contentedly in their bed. The covers have, predictably, wrapped around Trism and he and both their feet are more like blocks of ice than appendages, but his head is on Trism's chest and he's more comfortable than he usually was. His eyes open a little wider as he wakes up a little more and he looks to Trism, tilting his head to kiss the other man's chin at first before following the scruffy line of his jaw to his cheek.
His eyes close again as he finds Trism's mouth, but only because he's kissing him awake ever so slowly.